Somebody reviewing under Guest asked me what "it" (I'm guessing the last paragraph meant) really people? Anyway, said reviewer should be able to figure it out this chapter.
With that the screen goes black. We look at eachother for a second.
"I'm sorry you have to do this." I say sincerely.
Ethan smiles weakly "Hey, as John Lennon said 'life is what happens when you make other plans."
"Yeah, but John Lennon wasn't talking about this...about our condition!" a slight measure of panic seeps into my tone.
"So, know where I can get any blood?" this time neither of us are smiling.
"I have some in a freezer in my room." it's weird how casually I say it.
"I don't want to steal your food."
"I'm willing to share for once, I've kind of got an excess since my brother volunteers at the hospital anyway."
The look of mild horror I get tells me that I didn't help much. "I can't go outside looking like this."
"Good point," I bite by lip again briefly "hold on." I don't ask for permission before I begin rummaging through his dresser drawers. After a few minutes I toss him the baggiest hoodie I can find and a slightly baggy pair of sweats. "I'll pick up the mess for you later, now just change."
"I can't with someone looking at me!"
"Fine, I'll cover my eyes." I almost laugh but refrain from it due to the gravity of the situation.
Five more minutes go by "You can look now." he sighs. Now to get past his parents.
We're almost out the door when his dad calls "Hey, where are you two going?"
"My mom wanted Ethan to come over for pancakes." I lie. It seems to satisfy him and we're allowed to leave.
It doesn't take long for us to arrive at my house, but remembering what Benny's grandma said I'm counting every minute and it seems like an eternity.
By this time my parents are at work and Tommy who is twenty-three is at his girlfriend's house...so we are alone.
"This way, I tug on his hand gently to lead him up the stairs.
We have to stop on the landing which concerns me...it means time is very short for Ethan if we don't get to the blood fast. I can tell that he's horrified by how weak he's become.
"Stay, I'll get the blood from upstairs!" I instruct before racing up the remaining stairs to the mini-fridge in my bedroom. Something tells me that eventhough I'm not thirsty I should drink with him. When I return less than a minute later he's sitting with his back against the wall.
"I feel like the energy has been completely drained from my body." he looks the part too, I realize sickened that he probably now weighs about the same as I do.
"Here, it will be over in a few seconds...I'll drink with you." I hand him one of the bags and a straw.
Suddenly, before he can get even a sip...he drops the bag and it tumbles down the stairs, the red liquid staining the runner. At the same time his body goes limp and his head hits the floor.
Yes, I know cliffhangers are cruel...but it keeps up interest in the story. Another thing, I think Ethan is adorable and adorable characters never die in my stories.